The rate of things happening that I do not understand is bordering on frightening. I’ve gotta go, again. But, Where? And, How?

Its possible the urge to “do this” or “don’t do that” I’ve experienced in the past shall suffice to be my guide. There is nothing else holding me up and holding me together as my world and its illusions are falling apart.

I’ve been looking and looking. I even looked behind the curtain at the Lentin Service I mentioned. It didn’t seem like anybody was there.

So, I have to be an adult and break the pattern of permanent infantilism created by my T.V. upbringing and now our glittering social media culture.

Being an adult I imagine means employing all my faculties: two eyes, two ears, a heart, or “core”- a root word from which we get “courage”. Plus, I need to open the door to the interdimensional urging (previous generations call this “the conscience”).

Well then, the epiphany of the day is: My whole previous existence was designed by people whose determined purpose was for me NOT to listen to my conscience at all. Or, use my brain.

What a shabby definition of a being a human being from one whose had 17 years of public education!

That explains the labyrinth of my brain from which there appears no escape! I’ve been ‘wired’ by culture to work and watch T.V.. Eat Kraft Macaroni cheese. Repeat.

I’v been like a rat in a maze and my reward isn’t even real food. Its addictive cheese-like substance made in a lab!

No wonder the universe gives us a “conscience.” It must see us as more valuable than slaves and rats.

I found the cheese! Finally! It’s real cheese! And it’s delicious! 😄